Arasya | Rays That Ever Lost
Prologues
...Narendra Arasiah...
"You're a murderer!"
"So the child is not ashamed!"
"Make the family name so bad!"
"No manners!"
"Badly humans, don't miss your life!"
"Should have died, you're not good!"
"ARRGHH" the man's screaming voice awoke from his sleep
"I'm not a killer, I'm not wrong!" his screams with the roar of breath were still wheezing. However, no one was able to hear it because the room so spacious able to muffle his voice.
"why again?" he said with a raucous voice while rubbing his face that was in chaos.
Arasya looked at the wall clock, the time has shown six o'clock in the morning, the day has changed in the morning. An unpleasant day as usual, a day that does not want to be passed by a man who almost gave up by the rigors of the world and even his own family, lived his day like no problem happened. Thinking everything would be fine if she kept smiling and ignored the words of the person who hurt her, Arasya was able to do so.
Arasya got up from her bed and then took a bath and picked up the gray white clothes hanging in her closet, preparing to go to school.
Arasya is an independent child, no one wakes him in the morning, no one even cares if he is alive or dead. He was unlike any other man who needed his mother to be the morning alarm. Arasya will wake up by himself, waking up because of his nightmares that always come without orders. Arasya doesn't know why the dream always comes to him, he doesn't know what he's done wrong, you know?
Actually Arasya really wanted to wake up his mother in the morning, Arasya also wanted his mother to ask him to eat so as not to get sick but it was all just his imagination. For Arasya there is a cuisine of his mother at the dinner table alone is enough for him, although in fact it is not for him but for his father and brother.
After he finished cleaning up, he immediately walked in with shaky steps like losing half his life, he said, he descends from the second floor to the dining table hoping he is accepted by his family again and begins to live a better life.
Just coming down from the stairs she was already greeted with a cynical look from both her parents.
"For pa.ma.." Sweep with a hopeful smile while taking a seat at the dining table. Both of his parents ignored him.
"Where is our child, it's almost seven you know later the school is late and papa there is also a morning meeting" exclaimed Bimo papa, away from the dining table without caring for Arasya.
"Yes paa" answered his wife Mary, confirming her husband's tie "Mama Samperin she is now" he walked on the second floor to their beloved daughter's room.
Arsya who had been waiting for the greeting from her parents just kept quiet and smiled, not a happy smile but a bitter smile that she felt.
"I'm ready pa" said his favorite son who had just descended his mother from upstairs to his papa.
Arasya's motorbike is being damaged and is now in the workshop, so he has no vehicle to go to school, his pocket money is not enough to pay for a taxi.
"What did you say? together? Don't know thank you, still mending me love you eat!!!" bimo joked at Arasya and went out of the house.
"Don't hope!" his brother said to Arasya with a triumphant smirk.
The situation turned silent, only the sound of his papa's car from the front away from his house and the sound of his mother's footsteps leaving him too.
He should have known that his efforts would never change the heart of his parents like a stone, but he was too strong to receive such treatment from his family.
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...Clarisse Gabriella...
A bright morning to start a new day, yet still remain with old memories. Memories that remain for years. Returning to the place that made the pain was like opening an old wound, but it had to be passed by Zhefanya and her mother.
"Ma do we really go to Bandung? No other place what?" zhefanya said clucking back to find her mother's decision to go to Bandung, she got off her bed with her mouth still mengedumel towards her mother who was sitting in her bedroom chair.
"Dear, mom has to move. You see mama moved the task again" explained her mother in a soft tone.
"You want to keep here yes papa, there is an aunt who takes care of you too" her mother hugged by stroking Zhefanya's soft mane.
"But Bandung must be" Zhefanya grumbled again and let go of her mother's embrace.
"No, baby" said his mother again.
While Zhefanya who is still struggling with her thoughts and does not want to go to Bandung, convinced herself to follow her mother and not selfish because her mother must need her, because her mother must need her, he also does not want his mother in Bandung alone, he wants to go through everything with his mother.
"Yes, I'm with my mom" she smiled at the girl.
"Now settle your suitcase, later in Bandung you will go to school there as well, mama will list you" her mother walked to the door of the room to leave her daughter to clean her clothes.
"Every boss" Zhefanya raised her right hand up to show people who are respectful.Mother just laughs a little and goes to her room.
Funny as it seems when talking about Zhefanya's childish nature, he was very spoiled to his mother but looks jutek in front of others.
His sometimes flat and cynical face that does not know the place actually makes its own charm for him.
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